“Are you going to jump?” Rin asked. Pipaji’s narrow chest heaved. “No.” “Then get up.” Rin stood and extended Pipaji her hand. But Pipaji remained on the ground, shoulders shaking violently, her face contorted again into sobs. “Stop crying. Look at me.” Rin leaned down and grabbed Pipaji by the chin. She didn’t know what compelled her to do it. She’d never acted like this before.
